I should have known. The lightness of 'the joy of doing nothing' does convert into heaviness, i.e. almost 9 times out of 10, it does. So, this 'nothing' has triggered a sort of a panic inside me. Being indecisive is something I've accepted as a manufacturing defect in me; however this time, I might be nearing a nervous breakdown. With the endless introspective and exasperating arguments clearing my throat everyday, I feel as clueless as a shadow of a bird in motion. Feeling Fidgety.
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